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glitchedknives

3 years ago

nosac-glave:

Despite the droplets he flung at her, she made no move to dodge them, allowing for them to splatter across her corpse like features. Clouded eyes, once a vibrant, brilliant blue, remained steadfast in their empty gaze. He reminded her faintly of something, of what or whom, she did not know; the energetic bursts of movement were all too familiar. Perhaps he reminded her of someone else she know, long past? Whatever the reason, it was with that deep seated patience, no matter how deep one had to dig to find it, that she did not attempt to take his head off then and there for encroaching on her space.

A token of our first meeting?

She bit back a laugh at that; perish the thought. Demon blood was something she needed for a barrier construct. Tokens? Trophies? Ah, it was supposedly an accepted fact that murderers would often keep mementos of their victims. She never got into that sort of thing; why bother keeping a physical memento, when you could keep their soul instead? That seemed far more a precious treasure than say, a measly clothing item, or a physical body part of a victim. Then again, souls were only valuable to her kind and others of the like; humans and other supernatural beings couldn’t have been bothered.

“You sound childish,” she mused aloud, unbothered by his words. It was amusing in a way, and in a sense she could detect a certain likeness; both of them seemed to be detached from something. Her with empathy, and to her, he appeared to be out of touch with….probably a lot of things if she cared to dig deeper.

“So I suppose you enjoyed your consequence?” Notice that she did not ask him if he’d like another puncture; she doubted he wouldn’t hesitate to take her up on her offer. Despite having obtained what she came for, she wanted to observe this one a bit more.

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His eyes go black, for only a moment, watching the blood hit it’s target. She didn’t duck and dive, she didn’t try to avoid the splatter at all. Curiouser and curiouser! The longer this interaction kept going, the more interested he was in the other. Anti’s form glitched, static crackling in the air around the two. A part of him wishes to get inside her head, poke around and dig his claws in, but he senses that would end with him enduring more than just a slit throat.

The demon kept close, not afraid of another attack while still being wary of the possibility. He wasn’t sure if she’d try and take more of his blood, even more unsure if he wanted her to. Anti, despite being a demon and having various knowledge of things, doesn’t know the uses of demonic blood and has zero clue as to what the other could possibly want with it. Or what plans she may have to do with it.

Childish? That deterred the demon’s train of thought, his focus back to himself. He grinned wide, neck rolling and head jerking. ❝Got a problem with children?❞ Anti laughed. ❝ Or just a problem with childish acts? Or a problem with me? Am I annoying y̨̛͘ò̴̴u͘ųu͝u̵̕ư͡?❞ Childish was certainly a good descriptor for Anti when he was like this. A preferable attitude and way of being to murderous or crazed. Of course his moods could switch in the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, a finger trailing across the wound before pulling at the s p l i t in his skin. ❝Well I sure as hell ain’t complaining!❞ More blood spilled down his neck, a dark crimson that stood out against his sickly pale skin. ❝You’re not the first to do this! That honor goes to m͞͞e-̡͡͝m̸̧͠ę̸-̕me̵̷!❞ Oh how he enjoyed reminiscing about that day, taking his blade to his host’s throat. This was before he had his own physical form of course, but he sure did enjoy inflicting injuries on himself the human’s body for fun.

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glitchedknives

3 years ago

nosac-glave:

@glitchedknives continued from here!

She remained silent as he prattled on; his strange behavior was not lost on her, but she simply decided to not put much stock into it. He was a strange individual to her, but not so much that she found him unusual: she’s come across many twisted beings, this came as no surprise to her.

Borna hummed in response, collecting the small drops of blood that dripped from her knife into a small vial. In truth, she could gotten this from any other demon, but he just happened to appear and as her mother always said; ‘Waste not, want not’. Although, he was a little bit annoying, but maybe it’s just his voice.

“Necessity does not equate ‘fun’, demon.” she replied curtly, sealing the vial. “You happened to get in my way, I saw an opportunity.” She observed his appearance with contempt and snickered. “Of course, it didn’t help you tried attacking me, but that’s beside the point.”

The demon keeps moving, unable to stay still, practically bouncing now. His bright eyes stay locked on the other. While Anti prefers someone in his presence to be scared, petrified, angry or dead, he finds this reaction quite interesting.

He watches his blood drip (drip drip drop) from her blade. Curious. The demon glitched a bit closer, tilting his head to the side. A pale hand moves up to his throat, rubbing and smearing his blood around. Why collect his blood? And for what? ❝ Keeping a t̡ok͘͟eń͢ ̧̢of our first meeting? ❞ he asked with a laugh, taking his blood covered hand now and shaking and flicking it in her direction, watching the small droplets fly towards her.

❝ Oh but fun is the most necessary necessity! And one should always make fun their first and foremost necessity. Or vengeance. Or violence. Though I suppose those two can count as fun.❞ He pauses, letting out a burst of laughter, appearance going glitched and flashy. ❝ Well you know the saying...attack first then deal with the consequences laaaaater! H̨̻̩̥͕̫̰e̝h̨̺̝e̯̺̞͡h̭͍̥̦̘̙͚e̛̠̣̲. ❞